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Heat and desire pooled in me. “If I own you, then I want to take you…now…here. I want to make you come,” I murmured, surprisingly myself.
As he smiled crookedly, I pushed him against the counter, grinding my hips into his and yanking his head back down to mine. I wanted him so bad that it didn’t even bother me anymore that we were in a tiny bathroom, making out in the middle of a raucous party. I moaned in his mouth, panting with need as his tongue brushed mine. His breath was equally fast as he cupped my bottom, pulling me tighter into his fully ready body.
“God…yes. I need you, Kiera,” he breathed into my mouth. “Can you feel how much I need you?” I could only whimper in response, my fingers brushing down his chest to pull feebly at the denim looped around the one button holding his jeans closed.
People knocked and banged on the door, but we ignored them and they eventually walked away, grumbling something my buzzed mind couldn’t make out under the loud music streaming in from the living room. Breaths and hearts racing, our mouths attacked each other’s.
While my numb fingers tried unsuccessfully to unfasten his jeans, his slid up my ribs, sweeping my t-shirt with it. Giving up on the button, since my drunken fingers never could unfasten them, I helped him remove my shirt over my head.
My hands came down to his shirt as the beat boomed on through the door. Within seconds his bare chest was before me and I pressed our stomachs together, relishing the similar heat. Tangling my hand back through his hair, I forced his lips back to mine. His fingers slid across my necklace, feeling the symbolic representation of him on my skin. Then they slipped into a bra cup, pinching a nipple. I cried out, the sound echoing in the tiny room.
“Uh, Kellan? You in there?”
A voice behind the door broke through our growing moans of passion, but I was far too drunk to care. I ignored the irritated person just as much as Kellan did. His mouth broke away from mine, sweeping the cup of my bra aside to lock around a nipple, his tongue swirling around 166
the rigid peak. Groaning, I held his head to me and ground my hips into his, needing to feel that wonderful hardness, that connection full of erotic promises.
“Dude, Kellan, I know you and Kiera are in there…people saw you two head that way. Open the door.”
Cursing, Kellan separated from me. I instantly went for his mouth, but he pushed me back a little and unlocked the bathroom door right next to us. Cracking it open, he scowled at the person on the other side of it.
“What, Matt?”
I laid my head on Kellan’s chest and stared blankly at Matt looking at us through the slit in the door. He didn’t look happy. “Are you about to have sex in my bathroom?”
Without missing a beat, Kellan responded with, “Yes,” and started closing the door. My hazed mind found it funny and I started laughing.
Matt stopped the door with his hand. “Kell, we only have one bathroom. I don’t want people peeing in my kitchen sink.” Sighing in irritation, Kellan opened the door wider and glared at Matt.
Matt looked down at Kellan’s bare chest, then my half naked chest, then snapped his eyes up to Kellan’s eyes. Kellan shook his head and shrugged. “Bedroom or bathroom,” was all he said.
Matt scrunched his brow and Kellan repeated himself, raising his eyebrows. “Bedroom or bathroom? You pick, Matt.” Sighing, Matt rolled his eyes. “Fine, but make it quick.” Grinning, Kellan slammed the door shut and locked it again. I giggled as my mind swam. On the other side I heard Matt slurringly yell, “And clean up when you’re done, damn it!”
Already ignoring him, Kellan and I resumed attacking each other. My amped-up body responded instantly to everywhere he touched me. I was on fire as his fingers traveled around to unsnap my bra. I moaned, 167
“Yes,” quite loudly, as his mouth took me in. Pushing against him, I tried undoing his pants again. He laughed when I still couldn’t.
“You never could do drunk undressing,” he murmured, loosening the button and shoving his jeans down.
Not answering him, my hand slipped right into his boxers. Grasping the thickness I wanted more than anything, I squeezed the base. He whimpered and pushed me against the wall. My head thudded as I lightly bumped into it. I heard myself murmur, “Yes,” again, but it nearly felt like someone else was saying it. Panting in my ear, his fingers worked on removing the rest of my clothes. As I slid my hand up and down the hard length of him, he ripped down my jeans, shoving them harshly off my hips.
Backing away from me, he disengaged my hand from himself so he could slip off my shoes and rip my pants and underwear off my legs.
Completely bare before him, and way too drunk and horny to care, I ran my fingers up my own body. Cursing under his breath, he slipped off his own shoes, then the rest of his clothes. Licking my lips at the sight of him, I moaned that I wanted him in me. It echoed around the room and I smiled.
Grinning devilishly at me, his own eyes unfocused, he shook his head.
“Not yet.”
I frowned as I leaned against the wall, watching him standing before me, but way too far away for what I needed. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me. My slow head couldn’t figure out what he was doing, especially when he grabbed my leg and pulled it up over his shoulder. I realized right where his head was now lined up, when he brought his mouth right to my aching core.
Crying out, I smacked my head against the wall again. It felt incredible, and as he sucked, swirled and stroked the most sensitive part of me, I made noises that would have had me burying my head in embarrassment on a confident day.
Just as I was groaning his name, rocking my hips against him, he separated from me. Stumbling back a step, he brought his mouth back up to 168
mine and shoved his tongue inside. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him flush to my body.
It seemed deathly quiet in the house. I couldn’t even make out the thump of the music anymore, but I could not have cared less—I needed him so bad. Groaning, I grabbed his throbbing mass and tried leading him to where I needed him. He stubbornly removed my hand…tease. “I want you inside me…now,” I begged out, panting.
Pulling me away from the wall, he stumbled back a step. His finger came down to swipe across my wet flesh and I cried out. “Oh God, please…take me, Kellan.”
Muttering, “Yes,” to himself, he kissed down my neck, down my collar bone, and down to my breasts again. I swiveled against his hips, desperate for more. I was nearly ready to climax from the anticipation alone.
Walking backwards, he stumbled into something and sat down. He looked around, surprised, then laughed when he realized he was sitting on the closed toilet. He smiled, looking up at me, but I couldn’t smile anymore. I had an ache that I needed him to finish satisfying.
Straddling his hips, I lowered myself onto him. He stopped smiling when he penetrated me. Closing his eyes, he sucked in a quick breath through his teeth and dropped his head back to a stack of towels behind him. “Oh God, Kiera…yes.”
Watching him closely, I rocked my hips. The feel of him in me was the most fulfilling thing my drunken body had ever experienced. He cringed in ecstasy, biting his lip. I smiled, loving how I affected him, and loving how he affected me. Rocking against him again, I arched my back and cried out his name. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, caressing my chest, my hips.
I bit my lip at his words, rocking against him again. The sensation heated up my numb core and I quickly felt the desire rising to a nearly painful level. Dropping my head back, I cried out repeatedly in an ever escalating rhythm. I couldn’t stop myself…it felt so good. I was so close.
“Fuck,” he muttered, sitting up to suck on my breast again.